annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wish I'd packed a hair brush Fucking hell, cough cough, spit, shite bollocks, gor blimey govnor, it's a bit posh round here. Not posh as in upper class, but as in loads of money. LOADS of money. Brings out the uncouth yob in me, I'm afraid. I'll have to take a pic of my poor little car, skulking grubbily out there among all the mercs and BMWs. I've only got a few minutes on here as a queue is forming - no wireless and just this one PC for the guests to use. I may pop in and out at odd moments. It's very beautiful - lots of pillars and plants and wood, very 'tasteful' and all. The lad carried my bag (nearly thirty years old and covered in mud) to my room and when we got there it hadn't been cleaned and prepped from the last lot. He was MORTIFIED and very anxious that I wouldn't go mental and the next thing I know, I've been upgraded to a suite. Nice. Overlooking the lake, with French windows and a bench outside for me to sit whilst having a fag. so far I've had thalassa-therapy, which is like a big salty jacuzzi with ideas above its station. It was fab, actually, powerful jets on your back etc, very relaxing. I'm booked in for dinner at seven then I'm not sure what to do - I may just chill out in my room and watch American Idol (yes, Diane, it's back, hurrah! Did you get the documentary about Simon Cowell as well?). I was all caught up in the new Big Brother, but it's only on E4 and that's not available. Shame. Still, a person has to keep a grip on the number of reality TV shows she watches at any one time. Better go now - bad-tempered blonde bitches stamping their tiny well-manicured feet. No time to read, apart from Smash, before the queue arrived - I've hardly seen how you're doing, so hope you're all having a fine old time. Hope to catch up soon. Love and hugs xxx |6:37 p.m. - 18/01/2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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